MEMORANDUM
Re: The thing that must be remembered
Date: September 11, 2001
Poetry wants to be written
it’s there in the web of things
the veins in the leaf
the metal frame
it will out, like a story
which wants to be told
set loose
Poetry works to be written
it hums within the day
energy waiting to be transformed
kinetic to potential
rhyme lifted into steel
stored stone by stone
that waits and sings
Those stones sing and wait
even if the wait ends in a fall
transformed again
doors and windows, bodies and stones
unbuilding themselves
steel unframed and flying
Then poetry aches to be written
tumbling stone and shard
uncounted things, uncountable pages
corresponding to the course of life
sing and sigh and sift to the ground
Things that must be remembered
things that must be done
because lives must be remembered
and deaths
Poetry wants to be written
Even in the black ink of loss
even that dark song
is there beneath the integral web
of things
(March 2002)
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Blog Reader Appreciation Day
April 16, 2008
The Madonna Option: Write a post thanking your readers for putting up with your foibles, mistakes, and eccentricities (a list) and being loyal to you (your blog) no matter what.
Foibles, mistakes and eccentricities:
A. Always
B. Begging
C. Clarinet
D. Daring
E. Effort
F. Forgiveness
G. Gratitude
H. Wearing hats too much
I. Ingenuity
J. Jesus-talk
K. Kindness
L. Love
M. Miles without a map
N. Nuisance
O. Openness
P. Politics
Q. Quizzicalness
R. Remembering
S. Safety
T. Texas
U. University
V. Veils
W. Wax
X. Xenophoria
Y. Yes
Z. Zig zagging
Yet readers might enjoy reading it. Thanks to the reader!
The Madonna Option: Write a post thanking your readers for putting up with your foibles, mistakes, and eccentricities (a list) and being loyal to you (your blog) no matter what.
Foibles, mistakes and eccentricities:
A. Always
B. Begging
C. Clarinet
D. Daring
E. Effort
F. Forgiveness
G. Gratitude
H. Wearing hats too much
I. Ingenuity
J. Jesus-talk
K. Kindness
L. Love
M. Miles without a map
N. Nuisance
O. Openness
P. Politics
Q. Quizzicalness
R. Remembering
S. Safety
T. Texas
U. University
V. Veils
W. Wax
X. Xenophoria
Y. Yes
Z. Zig zagging
Yet readers might enjoy reading it. Thanks to the reader!
Thursday, April 10, 2008
En(gag)ed
Didn't less. Borrowed mute. Frank discoverer. Lead trumpet. Fingers tux. Car stole. Friends rounded. Simile pervaded. Song decanted. Seller broker. Boston number. Teal parrotlet. Frog queued. Rain ignited. Gray developer. Sand track. Imperial whiner. Father surface. Life feminine. Hooker streaming. Misogyny effects. Black castle. Swiss uncle. Storm shelter.
The housekeeper, Cheyenne, lost her son to a trainwreck, his lie. The housekeeper, Cheyenne, fishing for a rich man at Love Happens lost her son to a trainwreck, his lie. The mother, Cheyenne, fishing for a rich man at True.com lost her son to a trainwreck, a lie. The fishwife, Cheyenne, fishing for a rich man at a dating website lost her son to a trainwreck, a lie.
Tell the pastor the trouble is. 4/18. The trouble is the missing son. The man going missing is powerful -- he is powerful -- as powerful as sun -- sun strokes a tree just once in the early morning; he strokes the nieces' lives all day. "Just stroking me." Like Woody Allen, only kinder, marries his niece: which one? Sun strokes the same branch he sees her seeing. He marries Sheldon's grandniece. He marries Edward's niece. He marries Jack's daughter. The lesser niece steals cooking from the elder niece. Steals patronage. He sees his place in things. He is a Catholic grandheir. More powerful than sunlight on a young branch in lower Manhattan.
He would have her evicted, he tells Cheyenne, after inviting her here to be wed. He tells Cheyenne no niece of mine. Cheyenne says our sons died in wrecks. Let's marry. Cherry Blossoms frill the trees. He reaches for his glasses. Spitzer, he says. Bruno. Ha, ha, ha, Cheyenne says. Then -- moment, she hushes him, a sound from her family. Bring them with you, he says.
Cheyenne collides with Saint Ann, the bellwether, on the receiver. You're out, I'm in, Cheyenne warns her. Saint Ann tells herself, here comes a little chickadee to eat a husband. The chickadee eats the husband. The husband eats the Saint. The Saint vies to be let out of the husband's sunblock. The Saint holds nothing against birds. The Saint cherishes truffles au phon. The Saint's sister takes $20 to her dossier. This is her bouvier. The Saint's sister is mortal, Careen. The Saint says there's a car wreck in the story, just not that one; Careen counts the electronic cash. By me, she says distinctly when he calls, her sister the Saint in his belly, a health complaint. The chickadee au grave.
The housekeeper, Cheyenne, lost her son to a trainwreck, his lie. The housekeeper, Cheyenne, fishing for a rich man at Love Happens lost her son to a trainwreck, his lie. The mother, Cheyenne, fishing for a rich man at True.com lost her son to a trainwreck, a lie. The fishwife, Cheyenne, fishing for a rich man at a dating website lost her son to a trainwreck, a lie.
Tell the pastor the trouble is. 4/18. The trouble is the missing son. The man going missing is powerful -- he is powerful -- as powerful as sun -- sun strokes a tree just once in the early morning; he strokes the nieces' lives all day. "Just stroking me." Like Woody Allen, only kinder, marries his niece: which one? Sun strokes the same branch he sees her seeing. He marries Sheldon's grandniece. He marries Edward's niece. He marries Jack's daughter. The lesser niece steals cooking from the elder niece. Steals patronage. He sees his place in things. He is a Catholic grandheir. More powerful than sunlight on a young branch in lower Manhattan.
He would have her evicted, he tells Cheyenne, after inviting her here to be wed. He tells Cheyenne no niece of mine. Cheyenne says our sons died in wrecks. Let's marry. Cherry Blossoms frill the trees. He reaches for his glasses. Spitzer, he says. Bruno. Ha, ha, ha, Cheyenne says. Then -- moment, she hushes him, a sound from her family. Bring them with you, he says.
Cheyenne collides with Saint Ann, the bellwether, on the receiver. You're out, I'm in, Cheyenne warns her. Saint Ann tells herself, here comes a little chickadee to eat a husband. The chickadee eats the husband. The husband eats the Saint. The Saint vies to be let out of the husband's sunblock. The Saint holds nothing against birds. The Saint cherishes truffles au phon. The Saint's sister takes $20 to her dossier. This is her bouvier. The Saint's sister is mortal, Careen. The Saint says there's a car wreck in the story, just not that one; Careen counts the electronic cash. By me, she says distinctly when he calls, her sister the Saint in his belly, a health complaint. The chickadee au grave.
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